#452875 added September 5, 2006 at 3:28pm Restrictions: None
Solitude
When the moon’s
soft, deceptive filter
strains the mystic night,
to delude hidden dreams,
solitude is
just a typical epic
I concoct from faint hues
of an elapsed youth,
replete with stings of mischief
and incisions in the heart,
so I can find
my slow way home
to be at sea
with myself.
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